i've always loved doing it.
and i doubt i'll ever stop loving it.
took me time to grasp its layered reasoning.
to fight an inner match of ranking.
wrenches the fun out of it all.
purpose surfaces on deep cerulean.
thats what we came here for.


and all of a sudden.
i see the days and weeks ahead.
lined up and waiting to be gotten through.
despair floods me.


the people who break in.
are those who dont expect reciprocation.


i guess they cant take my emotions.
know it, believe it, behave it.


the time traveler's wife has got me addicted.
and yay for my guns n' roses and silvertide cd.


the nights are long
and the days roll into each other
in the city of angels
i cant get no sleep.

perfection at 12:25 PM